Chapter Eighteen - Neveah

I was up when the sun hit my blinds the next morning. My eyes ached for sleep, but there was no way in hell I got any. I’d only been in my bed for an hour when the sun rose.

My body ached when I stretched from sleeping on the ground next to him. The things he whispered to me through the night had my mind on high.

Despite the fact that I didn’t care he’d gone to prison, I wanted proof that he’d told me the truth, and he had. I’d checked online. There was something else teetering in his gaze, something worse, and it made me want him more.

I wanted to know everything about him.

Lucy jarred my bed with her paws, and it was a great distraction from the war going on in my head. There were more questions I wanted to ask, but my mouth had been preoccupied with his.

Prison. The torment in his eyes when he told me what Denver did to him shredded my heart.

Despite the fact that he’d withheld information that was